the irregular buoyancy which used to distinguish him. His face was paler and thinner, and the lips less full and less apart.
"I have looked for you a long while," said Donatello; and, though his voice sounded differently, and cut out its words more sharply than had been its wont, still there was a smile shining on his face, that, for the moment, quite brought back the Faun. "I shall be more cheerful, perhaps, now that you have come. It is very solitary here."
"I have come slowly along, often lingering, often turning aside," replied Kenyon; "for I found a great deal to interest me in the mediæval sculpture hidden away in the churches hereabouts. An artist, whether painter or sculptor, may be pardoned for loitering through such a region. But what a fine old tower! Its tall front is like a page of black-letter, taken from the history of the Italian republics."
"I know little or nothing of its history," said the Count glancing upward at the battlements, where he had just been standing. "But I thank my forefathers for building it so high. I like the windy summit better than the world below, and spend much of my time there, now-a-days."
"It is a pity you are not a star-gazer" observed Kenyon also looking up. "It is higher than Galileo's tower, which I saw, a week or two ago, outside of the walls of Florence."
"A star-gazer? I am one," replied Donatello. "I sleep in the tower, and often watch very late on the bat-
